The low, crackling hiss of the fireplace was the only sound that broke the heavy stillness of the master quarters as the clock crept toward 5:00 AM.
Chloe lay trapped in the center of the sprawling platform bed, her breathing slow and shallow against the plush furs. The ruined green dress was long gone, discarded somewhere in the shadows of the stone floor. Her bare skin felt flushed, overly warm, and thoroughly marked by the heavy, possessive hands of the Alphas. The intense, sweltering heat of their dual claim had finally subsided into a tense, protective vigilance, leaving the room saturated with the thick scent of cedarwood, raw pheromones, and rain.
Ethan was a solid, immovable mountain at her back. One of his massive, tattooed arms was slung heavily over her waist, his large hand r
